Calming down a little more, I ask, “How did I look?”“Sensational,” Mark says. There’s a pause, then, “Your husband will love it.”Guilt r...pples through me. Yes, the video was for John, but here I am with my secret lover. Guilt mixes with the illicit thrill I always feel when I think of or am with Mark. It’s a combustive combination.The road down from the look-out passes through woodland. We turn a corner, and encounter a car parked up by the side of the road, forcing Mark to swerve round it. I. While driving you pull out your cock. "Come on slut...do your job" you snarl at me.I lean over and take your soft cock in my mouth and start sucking. It takes a little longer this time and my jaw starts to ache but every time I slow down you tell me to keep going. Finally I feel you getting hard in my mouth . My cunt tingles at the thought of another fucking when I realize your slowing down. You stop the car and tell me to get out. We're in a parking lot behind a seedy bar outside of town. The. ” What!?”, she shouted. “Don’t you remember her?”, mom said from behind of that girl. ” I was just k**ding. You are Simran from my native place right?”, I said smiling. And Simran had a big smile on her face. “I am glad that you remembered me”. ”She came all the way from native place to congratulate you Arman!”, mom squeaked from behind. Suddenly Simran’s parents came in. They both congratulated me for my good grades and gave me presents. Even simran’s little brother gave me a present box. But. Even if someone were to breach the locked door we are almost invisible between the flats and the medium-weight tormentor curtain. As a precaution, I've angled that curtain it so you could walk by us and we would not be seen.Soft cherry red lips attach themselves to mine and we gently suck each other's tongues as my right arm that is around her slender shoulders pulls her closer to me. The heavy wooden chair that was rescued from the old library creaks slightly under my weight and that of the.